#trans dan

Dan tipped his head up from where he'd been happily resting against the sheets to stare down at Herbert, who stared mulishly right back at him. With Herbert crouched down on the floor at the foot of the bed and Dan's legs hooked over his shoulders, they'd been having quite a pleasant afternoon. It was always the case when Herbert quit his constant bickering and put his mouth to good use, like he'd been doing up until this little interuption.

It took Dan a moment to process what he'd said through the cloudy soup of lust that had been fogging up his brain. When he did, he blinked a few times before irritation jabbed him in the ribs and he frowned down at Herbert.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he snapped. "Am I enjoying myself too much?"

"If you could enjoy yourself a little more quietly," Herbert muttered, "that would be greatly appreciated. This is no easy task, you know."

Dan, who had eaten plenty of pussy over the course of his life, scoffed. "Sorry, didn't mean to break your concentration."

"It's fine," Herbert replied, entirely missing Dan's sarcastic tone. His glasses were off, his bare face pleasant and pretty, like a cougar with its claws retracted. He lowered his head again, drumming his fingers against Dan's hairy thighs, and said, "Let's just keep the commentary to ourselves, shall we?"

Dan was tempted to bite back another retort but then Herbert was running his thumb along the seam of his folds and he sunk his teeth into his lower lip instead. He pushed his fingers into Herbert's hair, scraping his nails against his scalp as he felt the heat of Herbert's tongue. Dan managed to swallow the words of praise he wanted to heap on Herbert's head for the great head, but he settled for moaning at the ceiling instead.

"Mm," Dan hummed, rolling his hips against Herbert's face, seeking more of that wet, silky pleasure.

Herbert responded by swirling his tongue around Dan's t-dick, sending a tingle of pleasure bolting up Dan's spine.

"Fuck," he hissed under his breath, pulling one hand from Herbert's head to bite down on his knuckle.

Holding back became even more difficult when Herbert dipped lower, replacing his tongue with fingers so he could lap at Dan's dripping entrance. Dan's legs, quivering at his mounting desire, squeezed around Herbert's ears, his heels pressing into Herbert's back in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. His back arched, lifting off the mattress as Herbert continued to lick and rub, working him with mouth and hand, building Dan up to a sweet crest of crackling lust.

Dan came with a breathy, "S-Shit," his grip on Herbert's hair squeezing tight as his orgasm wracked through him. Pleasure pulsed through him, the nerves between his legs throbbing with it as Herbert pulled away, gently unfurling Dan's legs from where they were wrapped around his head. Dan flopped back on the mattress as Herbert crawled onto the bed, wiping his mouth against the back of his hand. Dan couldn't find it in him to be offended, not when he was laying there, spent and panting at the roof.

"You're welcome," Herbert said as he laid down on his side next to Dan, who huffed out a laugh.

"Thank you," he said with a roll of his eyes. He turned over onto his side, raking his eyes down Herbert's body. He was dressed only in a white undershirt and his briefs, which were sporting a sizeable tent. Dan's lips curled up at the corners as he snaked a hand down Herbert's stomach to his waistband. "How 'bout letting me return the favour?"

Herbert's eyes widened a fraction, darting down to follow Dan's fingers dancing around his navel. He swallowed, his throat bobbing, before he shrugged.

"If you want to," he sniffed, glancing away.